Anthony had the unfortunate luck to be born susceptible to the Outbreak Virus. He recovered, but left him shattered. He’s weak, and needs a stout stick to walk. He subsists the best he can, and some kind souls help when they can. Most, however, see him as a pariah, afraid that they’ll catch the Virus, that he could doom them all.
He spends his time in the makeshift town square that has risen near the Kinnickinick River talking to anyone who will listen about tolerance and community, almost like an old time street corner preacher. He stoically endures the fear and hatred in the words thrown at him about his weakness, and questions their adherence to fear when they all should be pulling together to rebuild.
His words were ignored for the most part. At first. However, his attempts to preach tolerance and community have begun to gather a following...
He spends his time in the makeshift town square that has risen near the Kinnickinick River talking to anyone who will listen about tolerance and community, almost like an old time street corner preacher. He stoically endures the fear and hatred in the words thrown at him about his weakness, and questions their adherence to fear when they all should be pulling together to rebuild.
His words were ignored for the most part. At first. However, his attempts to preach tolerance and community have begun to gather a following...